Horror Collections Novelas e Histórias

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she slammed her fist against the glass, not to escape, but to warn me. She wasn't pointing at the creature. She was pointing at me. I followed her frantic gesture, looking at the window again. I looked at the glass, but I didn't see her reflection. I saw mine. But the reflection wasn't mine. It was the face of the portrait. The room began to shake. The walls of the Master Suite groaned, the wood warping and twisting like agonized flesh. I realized then that the dare wasn't a game. It was a harvest. The Blackwood Estate didn't just haunt people; it cycled them.

I’d heard there were places where you could rent the tapes for a lot less than what they cost to buy, but it hadn’t changed my mind. I started towards the doorway with the curtain but stopped short by the tapes next to it. This section was at least twice the size of all the others. The covers of these boxes were all screams and knives. Bloody chainsaws and heaving breasts. The sign resting here was carefully drawn in black gothic type letters, each dripping red: “Horror.” Hanging by a piece of tape off every other shelf were letter-sized flyers exactly like the ones that man was putting on windshields out at the Farm and Fleet. I peeled one off to get a closer look.

It is closer to the careful recalibration of a man realizing he has said slightly more than he meant to. "There's more crossover between human medicine and supernatural society than most packs like to admit," he says, recovering smoothly, his voice as warm and easy as it was a moment ago. "Old family collections. Estate archives that get quietly sold off when a bloodline dies out and no one's left to claim the material. It's not as mysterious as it sounds, Irene. Mostly it's just years of careful collecting, the kind any dedicated researcher builds up over a long enough career."

"This is the Pop Forge's newest mystery box set. I camped for three hours just to snag a full set. I told them it was pre-ordered by someone else, but they wouldn't listen and ripped them all open in one go." Lady Overseer's eyes went bloodshot as she listened. She lunged forward, grabbing the player who'd pulled the hidden edition by the throat. "You b*stard! Do you have any idea how hard these are to get right now? Even scalpers can't get them!" From behind her, the vengeful spirit hurriedly shouted, "Lady Overseer! There are rules and restrictions in the supermarket. You can't kill anyone!" Lady Overseer sneered and tossed the player to the floor.

I pinched one, twisting gently, sending jolts straight to my core. I needed more. I always kept my toys nearby for days like this. Leaning over, I grabbed my discreet black bag from under the coffee table. First out was the massive dildo – thick, veined silicone, at least eight inches, with a suction base. I’d bought it on a whim after reading about monster cocks in a fantasy erotica series. I licked my lips, eyeing it hungrily.

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

In a nice voice I reply “Just had the scariest nightmare of my life. Why are you awake at 2 in the morning?” If I had of called anyone else, they would have ripped my head off for calling at such an ungodly hour. “Oh, you poor baby, its okay it was just a nightmare.” She purrs. There’s a short pause before she says “Aaron is over and we are watching horror movies, my

I marched straight to the house where the Swans were staying and pounded on the door. They opened the door, annoyance written all over their faces. "Spit it out!" "Where's my handbook?" I questioned. "What does that have to do with us?" Afro and the others lived just next door, and they watched us with interest. It wasn't hard to guess that they had already joined forces. They wanted to see whether losing the handbook would be the trigger that would cause any monsters to appear and devour me. That way, they could figure out how to complete the final objective of defeating the final boss.

''Soul collector said, The Soul Collector took gave Katie and open his mouth was a big black whole he sucks up her soul and ate it in front of Eros. Then he disappears and Left Katie Lifeless body on the floor Eros woke up out of the dream. the coffin was open and he sit up and saw Katie body on the floor some part of the dream was real. Meanwhile, next door something similar was happening.